Looking at him, Feng Rugu thought of what happened a long time ago.

At that time, You Hongchen was thirteen years old and was with him every day.

Feng Rugu dressed him up as a precious and beautiful young man, and was quite proud of him.

Walking on the street, there will be girls in the boudoir in the teahouse that will throw flowers at You Hongchen. Whenever you look up, you can't see the face of the girl who throws flowers.

You Hongchen held the flowers in his hand, carefully sorted out the branches and leaves, and after walking a long way, he put the flowers on Feng Ruyuan's chest.

Feng Rugu was curious: "Don't you like this flower?"

You Hongchen: "Like."

Feng Rugu was confused: "If you like you, don't you hold it well?"

You Hongchen was also confused: "If you like it, you have to give it to your adoptive father."

After each side was confused for a while, Feng Rugu thought he had the responsibility to teach his adopted son how to know the common sense: "Next time I receive the flowers, I will go to the teahouse and talk to the person who gave the flowers. This is etiquette."

You Hongchen: "I was walking on the road all the time. She smashed me with flowers, which was very unqualified."

Feng Rugu: "..."

Fortunately, You Hongchen realized it very quickly and took off the little flower on Feng Rugu's chest: "Entertainment Father, I know."

Next time, he will pick flowers for his adoptive father with his own hands.

Feng Rugu is extremely relieved: a child can teach.

Having said that, Feng Rugu was still a little worried.

His little Hongchen lived in that peaceful and twisted cage for nine years. At a young age, he forced himself to live in an ancient well without any trouble. It seemed that nothing could make him particularly happy.

Feng Rugu was still young at that time, and always felt that when people were happy, they should have emotions. Anyway, they shouldn't be like You Hongchen. Whether you like or not depends on your mouth, whether it is brocade clothes, food, swordsmanship, or beauty, they are not very enthusiastic about anything, and they should just practice Zen.

Feng Rugu couldn't help it anymore, so he asked him: "Little Hongchen, are you unhappy?"

His little Hongchen replied with a confused look on his face: "No, adoptive father, I am very happy every day."

Feng Rugu: "..." Alas, it's the same again.

He began to try his best to explore the preferences of You Hongchen, and told him that if he liked something, he would pick it for him, even if it was Kunlun Snow or Taishan Cloud.

You Hongchen agreed and refused to change his life.

Feng Rugu was worried about his adopted son without any troubles. He felt a little sad in his originally carefree heart. One day, after getting drunk, he simply hugged his neck and forced him to say something he liked.

You Hongchen was so entangled by him that he could no longer help. He pointed at a silver bell sack worn by a passerby.

He had thought very well, but when Feng Rugu saw this, he might search the streets. When he came up with alcohol and was tired of walking, he could take him back to rest.

Unexpectedly, Feng Rugu stood up without saying a word and stopped the passerby and explained his purpose.

Unexpectedly, the passerby was also stubborn and refused to say, "This is what my daughter made and gave it to me by herself, and it will not be sold."

Feng Rugu didn't say anything, and took off a piece of jade pendant on his waist that could be worth a price of Liancheng: "Let's exchange."

Passerby: "..."

You Hongchen: "..."

Feng Rugu pointed to You Hongchen, who was blushing with expressionless ground behind her: "My son likes this."

Passers-by looked at the "son" who was about the same height as him, frowned, and understood: "Did you drink too much?"

You Hongchen can't stand it anymore.

He knew that it was his adoptive father who disturbed the other person for nothing, and hurriedly took off his adoptive father's jade pendant, said "disturbance" to passers-by, and whispered "offensive" to his adoptive father, then turned sideways and carried the drunken boy on his back.

You Hongchen was pressed by the low ancestral hall and had been a grass under the eaves for many years. After seeing the sun at the age of nine, he quickly grew up like bamboo, running up year by year.

At the age of thirteen, his stature is almost the same as Feng Rugu.

Back at the inn where the two of them were staying, You Hongchen brought hot water, soaked a towel, wiped Feng Rugu's cheeks and palms, poured tea and relieved wine, and then hit the ground with both knees, and tied the jade pendant back to the waist for Feng Rugu's back.

The drunken Feng Rugu looked down at You Hongchen's beautiful hair spinning, and was rarely frustrated: "You finally like something..."

You Hongchen focused on tying the jade pendant, stroked the tassel at the end, and raised his head and said, "Don't be sad when you adopt a foster father. That's not what Hongchen really wants."

Feng Rugu was drunk and wanted to fall onto the couch, muttering: "What do you want to be happy?"

While removing his clothes for him, You Hongchen said, "Entertainment Father, I am really happy. What I want... is already by my side."

Feng Rugu: "Hmm?"

You Hongchen pursed his lips and confessed his thoughts to his adoptive father in a very skillful way: "You Hongchen's wish is just to be with his adoptive father. Because it has been realized, he doesn't want anything else."

Feng Rugu grabbed the red mole on his earlobe and shook it with a smile: "What are you doing? Isn't this very simple?"

You Hongchen's ears were pinched by Feng Rugu, but for some reason, they became a little hot for a moment: "...Entertainment Father?"

"Shh." Feng Rugu raised his finger to his lips and said crazy, "I am your earring now."

...

After losing his promise for many years, Xiao Er Feng pinched You Hongchen's earlobe again and gently twisted it: "Okay, when will you carry it?"

Ruyi whispered: "When you hold your adoptive father and don't need me."

Feng Rugu suddenly softened his heart, and his feelings surged for a moment. In addition, the last first test, although the ending was awkward, the process was not bad. He knew the taste and missed it. He touched his ear and whispered: "Since you can't bear it, I will let you tonight..."

As one: "…"

He suddenly stood up, separated from Feng Rujun, and talked about the truth: "Entertainment Father, no."

Feng Rugu: "..."

For example: "Uncle Master said that everything needs to be controlled. There has been a time three days ago, and the next time it must be half a month later. Otherwise, if you indulge in excessive lust, it will be unfavorable for your adoptive father to maintain his health."

Feng Rugu held his side face and the same serious adopted son teased: "Are you not tired if you endure it like this?"

Ruyi turned her head and said with a cold face: "The adoptive father was joking. How could I bear it?"

Feng Rugu didn't mind his rejection, and smiled and invited him: "I'm done, are you going out to enjoy the moon?"

There is a large sieve in the mountains of Chaoge Mountain, called "Guilaoyuan" and "Guilaoyuan". The wind and smoke are pure, and the waves are clean. In early summer, the lotus leaves are fields, and the green meaning shines on the water.

A small boat rippled through ripples, Feng Rugu sat alone at the bow of the boat, stepped barefoot on the slightly raised side of the boat, opened his chest and exposed his arms, and raised his glass to drink.

The boat was a little narrow. Feng Rugu moved backwards, leaned against Ye Ruyi, holding the wine pot and asking the person behind him: "Do you drink?"

Ru Yi nodded, opened her mouth and held the spout of the wine pot with shallow water marks, and no thread of clear liquid fell into her throat.

In the eyes of others, this scene is a demonic way, a demon monk who is doing such a charming and indulgent thing in public, which is very harmonious.

As soon as Ru crossed his shoulders, she smelled the faint fragrance of wine at the corners of his lips, she immediately opened her eyes and held her breath slightly.

Feng Rugu noticed his faint heartbeat, imagined his extremely restrained appearance, and suddenly had some bad thoughts, wanting to see the calmness on his face, and the sky was broken and the earth was broken.

So he grabbed the left side of the ship and used his waist to shake it up.

The ship immediately shook violently from left to right.

For example, YiBi is sitting on the side of the boat and is born in the deep mountains, and is not water-free, so be very careful when riding the boat.

As soon as the hull shook, he quickly reached out and grabbed the boat gang. However, he saw Feng Rugu turning around with a smile on his lips, and he remembered that his adoptive father had always liked such nonsense.

Tonight, it is inappropriate for me to refuse my foster father's wish. If I don't play with him, my foster father may be sad.

After a moment of making a decision in my heart, Ruyi sighed secretly, then let go of her hand, turned over and fell into the water.

Splashes everywhere.

Feng Rugu just wanted to play with Ruru. Who would have thought that he would fall into the water? His heart tightened and he immediately leaned over to grab his clothes.

Fortunately, the water was not very deep. Ruo struggled twice and stood firm. Before she could raise her hand to wipe the water droplets on her face, Feng Ruoju pulled him to the side and looked at him head-on, almost sticking to the tip of his nose.

Water was splashed on Feng Ruju's wrist, emitting light under the moonlight, making the ankle bones look more round.

I noticed that my body had changed again, and I was like gritting my teeth, wishing I could sink myself into the water.

Seeing the crimson on his cold face and the tense of the muscles on his face, Feng Rugu narrowed his eyes and smiled and pointed: "...No, this is not good for my health, right?"

As one: "…"

He was in a dilemma when suddenly Feng Rugu leaned down, his lips gently sucked his lips, and touched them a few times.

Between the shimmering water light and shadow, Feng Ruyuan's blue pupils were extremely bright, and his eyelashes were dyed with a thin, mist-like blue color.

There was a low smile in his voice: "...Come on. Come on."

After being teased one after another, he was like biting his lip hard, and then he couldn't bear it, turning over into the cabin and driving into the harbor.

The hull moved, and the waves rippled.

Under the bright moonlight, it was like grabbing his wrists, putting his feet on his shoulders, gently rubbing his fingertips on Feng Rugu's body, writing his name one by one, and doing painless tattoos for him.

Feng Rugu's body has a red lotus in half, and the heart of several lotus is the most untouchable.

The rain sways the wind sways the golden stamens, and the branches of the rosy are on the green house.

Every time you touch it, the red lotus will feel like the breeze blowing, and the petals, stems and leaves tremble.

Feng Rugu was angry and funny, and grabbed his shoulder and complained: "The strokes of the words, um... are too many..."
To be continued...